"ι нανє ѕєєи α ωσи∂єяσυѕ тнιиg вєуσи∂ вєℓιєf: вσтн ѕα∂∂иєѕѕ
αи∂ нαρριиєѕѕ. ιи¢яє∂ιвℓє нσω ѕσмєσиє ¢συℓ∂ fєєℓ вσтн ιи α ѕιиgℓє ∂αу."
ρяσѕρєя
вrυтe | 3 yearѕ | нυѕĸy | crυѕнleѕѕ
"αи єує fσя αи єує
ωιℓℓ σиℓу נυѕт мαкє
тнє ωσяℓ∂ вℓιи∂."
With what do I owe this gratitude for viewing such an extroardinary event? This warmth I feel inside by chest, nothing I've experienced before. Not love, surely. I have never felt anything for a human since puphood, but what exactly is this feeling? What will it bring me?
Prosper's chocolate brown eyes were locked apon a human pup, a group now, all surrounded by a table full o colorful boxes with thick strings dangling from the top, their mothers snapping flashes of light with a tiny black cube as one started dappled fires across a thick white rectangle. Then they began to chant in chorus in their strange, humanlike language.
Proser leapt to his paws, heart thudding as his eyes never trailed from the miniature fires that were flickering, flickering. Fire had always frightened the husky, as he had major trama as a pup with his owners, old owners at that. He didnt like to talk let alone think about it, but now he was as he saw the orangish red flame caused by the mother of the pup sitting at the head of the picnic table in the park.
Why would any mother put such a treaturous thing so close to their pups?! They could die. Just as Prosper was about to leap from his bush, no more than ten feet way, to put out the flames, or attempt to try and save the worthless beings, the pup at the head of the table blew out the flames. With a sigh of releaf, he settled back down into the bush, head on his paws. Thank goodness. My, humans do strange things...
{{That would be wonderful, thank you :3 }}
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